I was born on the stroke of twelve, between the 30th and 31st of July, 1751. To some I am the foremost keyboard player in Europe but to others, I am the overlooked sister of a genius. The matter is complicated. I write music for the bottom drawer while living in Salzburg with my dear Mama. Papa is in Rome with Wolfie to enshrine my brother's talents and in the year, 1770, I am destined for marriage, not a career. Maria Anna Walburga Ignatia Mozart - Nannerl for short.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Haydn's Brother

Our dear friend, Herr Haydn, was drunk again at the organ last Sunday. During the Litany and the Te Deum, Papa was convinced he was going the way of poor old Adlgasser and about to have a fatal stroke in front of the Archbishop! But it turns out it was only a passing tipsiness in which his head and his hands refused to agree. N.